I had a professor tell me once that female beauty is measured in millihelens, each unit sufficient to launch one ship. It's not a very good joke, but it kind of made my semester.
No. In no way ridiculous. Because MARLOWE and words and bonds and these things becoming flesh and part of the body (whether theatrical, physical or metaphysical) and the entire point of hyperbole is that it ends in the fall and...
I have a very brilliant professor who sends me off on spiels about Shakespeare abd Marlowe, and the semester of Marlowe was perhaps the most mesmerising set of lectures ever. Mind you, this is the same professor who encircled out last lecture with The Tempest and slipped in and out of the play as though it were written into his body, so that probably tells you a lot about him.
I was going to babble incoherently about this piece though, before I got distracted by Marlowe. I promise. The sun is shining on my back and I am in a room of writing friends, leaning against the warmest person I have ever met, but that still gave me shivers
Is it ridiculous that THAT was the line that gave me chills? Heh. This was much fun. In that twisted, dark, non-sympathetic sort of way.
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I have a very brilliant professor who sends me off on spiels about Shakespeare abd Marlowe, and the semester of Marlowe was perhaps the most mesmerising set of lectures ever. Mind you, this is the same professor who encircled out last lecture with The Tempest and slipped in and out of the play as though it were written into his body, so that probably tells you a lot about him.
I was going to babble incoherently about this piece though, before I got distracted by Marlowe. I promise. The sun is shining on my back and I am in a room of writing friends, leaning against the warmest person I have ever met, but that still gave me shivers
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